It shows up one summer in a greatcoat, storms through the house confiscating, says it must be paid and quickly, says it must take everything. Your children stare into their cornflakes, your wife whispers only once to stop it, because she loves you and she sees it darken the room suddenly like a stain. What did you do to deserve it, ruining breakfast on a balmy day? Kiss your loved ones. Night is coming. There was no life without it anyway.
From New and Selected Poems by Michael Ryan. Copyright © 2004 by Michael Ryan. Reprinted by permission of Houghton Mifflin Company. All rights reserved.